This guitar I remember
Was once a part of my life
A most tender member
A most precious joint
The soil of the start
The point of the matter
The giver of self, she gave herself up…
This guitar I remember.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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Love this poem, thank you
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Thank you, Ebun.
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Lovely, as always!
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🙂 You are the kindest, Deana.
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